Not the first car I had sex in, but quite memorable just the same. September, 1977. It was the night before I'd be leaving for my freshman year in college. I'd been searching for weeks for ganja but couldn't find any. It was a very "dry" summer. As a last resort, I hitchhiked to a local head shop where this chick named Jackie worked. She was a friend of an...
The dope wore off exactly when she had planned it to. As she slid out of her restraints and took several gulps of air, the space outside the ship's windows was empty. No big planets looming, no huge starships coming in for the strike or a cheap slash-and-grab job. The tiny mercenary vessel was in the middle of nowhere, for now. Just as she'd planned. Slowly...
Chayne opens her eyes and for a split second she has no idea where she is or who she's with. Throughout the course of the evening she and Dirty drifted into the spoon position. She lifts his arm from around her and crawls out of bed. She has only been sleeping for a few hours. Chayne goes into her closet cracks the door and turns on the light so she can s...
Megan liked to go out dancing, but her boyfriend didn't. He preferred sitting around the apartment smoking dope and painting. So now and then she went out by herself. Something was bound to happen. His paintings actually weren't too bad, and he actually sold some. But she'd long since grown bored with watching him paint. Wouldn't you? She literally put no...
As a child of the fifties, what I knew as porn is a joke compared with what we have now. A person of the modern information age we now live in would laugh at what we looked at in the fifties. I mean can you imagine jacking off to the Maidenform ads in your mother's ladies magazines or maybe my favorite, National Geographic's pictures of naked African women....
The name is Kyle Jamal Francisco. My close friends and favorite family members call me K.J. I am the villain of this story. Who am I? In the eyes of the world, I am a tall, good-looking young black man currently living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. What is my profession? I'm a part-time Criminal Justice student at Bridgewater State College and a fu...
Jamal jogged for home from playing football in the park with his friends. He had played very well that day and didn't mind the grass burns on his knees and elbows. He made some pretty solid tackles and even scored a touch down. To make things even sweeter Linda and her girlfriends was there, and even cheered when he scored. He felt his pride swell in his che...
For better or for worse, the worse it might be... Big old houses with their city gardens and crafty spaces set the scene for this tale. It's not a psychological character study with flaws and weaknesses permeating the journey to its conclusion. It's a simple story of cost and consequences without a bit of redeeming quality drawing instead upon my own famili...
Bartered Orgasms with Agonies of Faith (Part One. Possibly stand alone.) (An "adult" read of more than 10,000 words. This is an effort to touch on the implications of whoring in periods of social tumult and political upheaval. There are no pretensions of expertise in the history and culture of South Africa. The author is acquainted, however, with knowledg...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 "My wife is nuts." That's the only thought I had when my beautiful twenty-year-old wife jumped up and ran outside to grab someone she thought she recognized. We were at our favorite restaurant, a small 'Mom and Pop' Italian restaurant. I'd...